I love the feel of good old fashioned celebration…I enjoyed being amongst the crowd watching the fireworks and hearing the ooh’s aah’s and cheering. It feels like community and makes me long for the America portrayed in Norman Rockwell paintings.
Category: Photography
I snapped this one dewy morning – the yard was full of dew covered spider webs and I had a fantastic time photographing them. I hope you enjoy viewing them as much as I loved taking them. Spider webs have always fascinated me, and I especially love the way the dew looks like diamonds.
I snapped this the other morning and bled the color nearly out of it… hope you enjoy…Today is one of those days I feel like the color is draining from my life… so I thought this photo would be appropriate.
Manarda (Bee Balm) blooming against the sky
This guy landed on me while I was pulling weeds.
I was cleaning some weeds out of my flower bed when the storm blew in… first the darkening sky, then the wind that felt so good against my flushed skin… covered in sweat from the effort and humidity… then the storm crashed over me… it was like the opening of a faucet… no gentle rain, this… this was angry, stinging, fat drops of rain that were punishing as they hit. I refused to be swayed and defiantly knelt in the now-mud, pulling weeds and trying to resist the temptation to shake my fist angrily at the sky in some clichéd move. Soon, soaked to the skin and nearly blinded by the water running over my face I gave in… driven in by the lightning and thunder popping all around me. I almost dared the storm to strike me… feeling angry and spoiling for a fight – not that a fight against nature is one I am likely to win… Still…. the storm darkened sky did not disappoint – nor did the wet leaves in the soft after-storm light… Hope you enjoy these pictures as much as I enjoyed taking them… storm-weary and muttering at the sky.
Just a quick photo post to say hello! I am on vacation in NYC – wanted to share a shot with you… Falling in love with New York this week… the diversity, the noise, the bustle…
After years of self-abuse (cutting, drinking, drugs etc) I finally found the strength to cry out for help – that is what has gotten me to where I am today… I could not have made it this far without help and I would not have received help until I got brave enough to ask for it… I nearly waited too late to ask someone to take the knife out of my hand.
I am finally seeing the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel… and though I still have the occasional flash back, it no longer cripples me nor does it define me. My past is a part of what made me the woman I am today but it is not all that I am. I know it does not have to consume me. I have battled my way through terror, pain, frantic desperation and humiliation but I am here. I am alive… possibly for the first time in my life I am not just existing…. I am LIVING.
I spent the day driving along A1A visiting Little Talbot Island, Big Talbot Island, Amelia Island and Fort Clinch State Park. I thought I would share some of my photos from my trip.
Fences along the dunes… I love these falling down fences, so beautiful despite their weakness.
I love the vibrant colors and textures I always find along the beach.
I love watching the sand-pipers pick their way along the beach… and I think the footprints they leave behind are so cute.
I love the way the light turns golden as the sun prepares to set…
I love this old bronze cross in St Augustine… It is beautiful and I love the way it shines in the sun.
I spent the day at the beach a few weeks ago… I am often drawn to the broken, the weathered, the things textured and made beautiful by time, wind, sand, rain… I feel connected to the beautiful and broken.
Taken at Suwannee River State Park… Some days I don’t know which way is up… some days I feel lost in Alice’s mirror and I can’t remember who is real – me or my mask. Some days my world feels upside down and the ground and sky cannot be distinguished… Inside I’m begging for someone to show me what is real and what is a reflection from the funhouse of mirrors in my mind.
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